Her Troika by Trent Evans

it, that’s for sure.”
    Their words shouldn’t have affected her, except to mortify her. But they didn’t.
    It felt good .
    That praise, that affirmation of her beauty, made her glow inside. Now the whys of that fact were entirely too uncomfortable for her to contemplate at that moment, but nonetheless it was true. It was insane, she knew, but hearing these strange men compliment her on her attractiveness actually made her …happy.
    All kinds of messed up you are, my dear.
    “Stop dawdling, old man,” Kort drawled with a wry grin. “We’ve got others we need to inspect too tonight.”
    “Right we do.” Tom leaned in, whispering in her ear. “I think he likes you, my girl. Makes him nervous. All the fillies do.”
    The urge to respond was so strong she had to bite into her tongue. It would’ve been easier, if a good deal more humiliating, to have taken Lino’s gag.
    Tom stepped back, stroking his chin. “I’m thinking two-wheeled sulky for sure. Don’t you?”
    “Definitely. She’s got the long legs for it,” Kort said. He pulled out a small, black tablet computer from inside his suit coat, punching something into it. “But those big tits of hers are going to give her some trouble once she gets up to speed.”
    “Nothing a nice tight harness wouldn’t fix, I should think,” Tom murmured, his eyes flashing.
    Breanna felt the color drain from her face. What kind of sling had she gotten her ass into here?
    “Oh it’s okay, girl.” Tom stroked her hot cheek, his fingertips pushing a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “The racing harnesses don’t hurt. Keeps those lovely breasts of yours tight and high, that’s all. Nothing to be afraid of.”
    “I’ll mark her down for the two-wheel and the free run, for now.” Tom tapped the screen of the tablet and slipped it back into his coat. “We’ll get another look at her mid-training. Fine tune the odds then.”
    Tom’s hands stroked down her belly, patting her mons before moving lower to palpate her thighs. His touch wasn’t cruel, and actually soothed her a little, despite the tension she felt submitting to the hands of a complete stranger roaming all over her body. She was surprised at how soon she was acclimating to such treatment. The kindness of both men helped immeasurably, and she really did feel that Tom at least wouldn’t do anything to her. At least she hoped so.
    A hand lifted her chin and she found herself looking into Tom’s bright green eyes. “You look great, girl. We’re off now, but the prize winner should be along shortly.” He winked, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Have fun. See you again soon.”
    Bidding her to kneel again, they trussed her up as before. Then with a quick press of his lips to her burning cheek, they departed. A burst of laughter sounded from several men some ways off, startling her. She settled back into waiting, watching the increasingly faceless people filing past, most of them scarcely seeming to notice her. With every passing minute, it mattered less and less to her that she was kneeling, naked in a strange stall, a forgotten thing, something less than human.
    She lowered her gaze, mortified to see her nipples still hard as stone, despite the humid warmth of the enclosure. Every eye cast her way would fixate on the prominent, pink tips. She’d always lamented her nipples, rarely able to find a bra padded well enough to conceal their jut.
    Well, you’ve certainly found one place where bras and high beams don’t appear to be an issue.
    She would be strong. This had been something she’d wanted to try, for a very long time. And now, there was no looking back — whether she wanted to or not. She swallowed, and with a shiver, straightened her back. When she looked up, she gasped.
    They were here.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    H e wasn’t sure what he’d see when they found Breanna. The first thought that came to his mind as he looked upon the woman kneeling in the straw was: “I